Every day of your life is meant to include a new revelation of something that has always been within you, but that you were not aware of before.
If you know so much, then why are you still so afraid?
When we are fighting with a moment, it is another will that has come into our life and acts in our name, but we don't know it.
If we were truly acting from our own will, we would not set ourselves against ourselves, or against others. And it certainly is not "Thy Will" that is set against life.
"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." -- New Testament -- "Darkness" being that which keeps a person blind and ignorant.
The body is not the problem, but something appropriates the body's natural functions and turns it into something unnatural.
You can't hate something without the content and meaning of that hatred having come from something in yourself.
Everything has a will of a certain kind, and by its nature does what it needs to do in order to develop itself. A memory also has a will that seeks the continuity of itself; it seeks to feed, protect, and reproduce.
Every "ego-system" seeks the continuity of itself, with no concern about other ego-systems. Fear seeks the continuity of itself, as does anger, resentment, anxiety and every other psychological state. Every psychological state has a certain kind of momentum.
What we call "our will" is not really our will at all. We have a natural will, but at what point is that natural will co-opted by another will?
Real compassion does not separate you out from what you are experiencing. Real compassion is seeing that you are what you are experiencing.
If the real struggle was with the body, then every struggle could be overcome by using thought.
It is a higher order of will that is able to see the lower will.
Learn to recognize the smell of a fuse that has been lit for an eventual explosive reaction to go off. See that something in you is drawn to the explosion.
The fear of death is an order of will that desperately searches for something that will ensure its continuity.